Chapter Eight
“Princesse?” Enjolras gently shook me with his paw. “Monsieur Maître is requesting your presence, s’il vous plaît.” I groaned. I didn’t really know what ‘Maître’ meant, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it meant Master. “To answer your questions, I am the master of this castle.” Master. I was about to confront the master. Again. I groaned a second time as I pulled myself out of bed.
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RomansaA twist on the classic fairy tale, Belle's father goes missing. She finds him in an enchanted castle, whose master is a hideous beast. After being taken prisoner, a side to the beast begins to appear that Belle would never dream of. "I thought about...
